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Posted On: April 21st 2026, 09:42 pm
Clocked
spraypaint on MDF, 2026
Detective’s Log
Case File: 005
April 11, 3:27, morning—
I walk this night alone, the shadows creep in from the corners of my eyes, clawing, as they often do. These patrols take their toll on any Joe... or dame for that matter.
That’s when the event transpired. The Thief met my glare, but as I’d find, he’d been the one stalking me. Watching me, a cat to a mouse. Didn’t rattle me none... so I thought.
“Time is ticking, detective... You can still save her.”
He taunts me, trying to shake me with some doll’s safety. A thief being the one to confront a flatfoot—queer. Even has the gall to shine some mirror in my face.
“Then where is she, thief?”
I give him a wallop, we tussle, I clock him. POW! We kick up the dust, and in the confusion, I take a shiner to the eye... I throw him to the wall. Mirror shatters. Big mouth.
He huffs, slunk on the wall, “You still don’t get it do you? You even hit like a girl...” He clocks me. I let it get to me.
“Get out of my head, heel.”
“You blockhead,” he spits out like his missing tooth.
“You’re just robbing yourself.”
Case remains open.
#fineart #detective #thief #cartoon #sculpture
spraypaint on MDF, 2026
Detective’s Log
Case File: 005
April 11, 3:27, morning—
I walk this night alone, the shadows creep in from the corners of my eyes, clawing, as they often do. These patrols take their toll on any Joe... or dame for that matter.
That’s when the event transpired. The Thief met my glare, but as I’d find, he’d been the one stalking me. Watching me, a cat to a mouse. Didn’t rattle me none... so I thought.
“Time is ticking, detective... You can still save her.”
He taunts me, trying to shake me with some doll’s safety. A thief being the one to confront a flatfoot—queer. Even has the gall to shine some mirror in my face.
“Then where is she, thief?”
I give him a wallop, we tussle, I clock him. POW! We kick up the dust, and in the confusion, I take a shiner to the eye... I throw him to the wall. Mirror shatters. Big mouth.
He huffs, slunk on the wall, “You still don’t get it do you? You even hit like a girl...” He clocks me. I let it get to me.
“Get out of my head, heel.”
“You blockhead,” he spits out like his missing tooth.
“You’re just robbing yourself.”
Case remains open.
#fineart #detective #thief #cartoon #sculpture
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